It was still early when I arrived at the bar. It was only 5pm. Many of the people there had probably been there since the place had opened that morning.
Soon after I arrived, a young woman entered. She confidently took a place at the bar and promptly ordered a Martini, and scowled as the barman checked her ID.
The barman served me after, 'She's legal?' I queried with a sense of disbelief.
'Barely.' Was the response, as he handed me my scotch.
Minutes later, she ordered another. She was either celebrating something, or trying to console herself. Her expression implied the latter. After finishing her second Martini, she trotted off to powder her nose and returned for a third.
'Slow down, Missy.' Warned the bartender, but she only scowled at him once again.
By about 7, she was pretty sloshed. The bartender was refusing to serve her.
The loud crowds were beginning to build and hence I was increasingly ready to leave. Being the gentleman I am, I offered to take her to a taxi rank, and ensure she got home safe. She mumbled a bit, but agreed, and slid off the bar stool onto the ground.
I helped her to her feet and she clung to my arm, staggering along beside me as we walked out into the crisp air. She must have been in a drunken daze, because she now snapped back to a drunken conciousness.
'Aww, I dun wanna gooo. I want more...' She bemoaned.
Having a self-destructive barely-legal girl clinging to you dulls the senses of even gentlemen. I began to have bad thoughts.
'Well, I have a booze cabinet back at my apartment. We could go raid that.' I offered. She liked that idea, and responded with an 'Oooh!'.
A taxi ride and fifteen minutes later, we were back at my place.
She had a hefty slug of gin in a glass, and about the same again of tonic.
'So, I meant to ask back at the bar,' I said 'but why the binge?.'
'Stupid fucking boss fucking fired me 'cus I made-a stupid l'il mistake in a report.' She hissed. 'Now I dun have a job.'
'Aww damn girl, that sucks.' I said, rubbing her shoulder to comfort her.
'Yeah. I dunno what to do.' She said, beginning to cry. I rubbed her shoulder some more.
As I refilled her now empty glass, those bad thoughts continued.
After finishing her second gin, she tried to get up to go to the bathroom, and found that her legs were still not cooperating. She landed on top of me, and I got a face full of luscious barely-legal boobs.